Ravenous Alien Mate
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Ravenous Alien Mate
Savage Martians, Book Three
Sue Mercury
Contents
About this book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
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About this book
Her freedom comes with a price—her hand in marriage.
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After spending ten years behind bars, Leah is offered early release if she agrees to become an alien mail order bride. Though she’s nervous about the prospect of marrying a complete stranger—a huge Martian, no less—she’s also desperate for freedom. She reluctantly agrees with the parole board’s terms and soon finds herself traveling to Mars, where she meets Jav, the huge muscular alien who will become her husband. She soon realizes he’s not like other Martians—he’s a genetically enhanced warrior of the Vash’arr Order, and he cannot help his feral need to claim her over and over again. He seems to harbor a growing affection for her, yet she can’t help but worry—what will he do if he learns of her past?
Jav is beyond pleased with the little human called Leah. She’s everything he has ever hoped for in a mate—charming, kind, and passionate in the bedroom. He senses she’s not telling him the truth about her past, though he’s certain she’ll open up to him as they become better acquainted. As the days pass, his desire for her grows stronger and his heart aches with tenderness whenever he thinks of her. But his newfound happiness is shattered when Leah is accused of a terrible crime. Can he help clear her name and keep her safe, or will he be forced to say goodbye to his sweet human bride forever?
Chapter 1
Leah shuffled down the narrow hallway, the shackles around her ankles making her steps slow and awkward. Her wrists also ached and rubbed against the tight restraints she wore, but she knew better than to complain.
The guard holding her arm jerked her around a corner and toward a closed door. His fingers dug into her arms, more firmly than necessary.
She swallowed hard and tried to summon her bravery. He opened the door and ushered her through it so rapidly that she stumbled and would’ve fallen to her knees if not for his unyielding grip. His hold on her tightened, and he paused and gave her a harsh jerk, obviously frustrated that she couldn’t keep pace with him.
She wished he’d let go of her. They’d already reached their destination. She glanced around the room and took in her surroundings.
Five human men sat at a long table. This surprised her. She’d expected to see at least one huge Martian male among the group who would decide her fate today. After all, Martians ran the prisons. They ran the whole freaking world. Would these human men who worked for the Martians be more apt to show her mercy? God, she could only hope.
Her stomach flipped as she studied the men. All were eyeing her critically. The guard finally released her and went to stand along the wall, leaving her alone in the center of the large room while she stared at the five men who apparently made up the parole board.
Please God, let them grant me freedom.
She couldn’t take another night in the prison. She’d been here for ten years and each day that passed was worse than the last. If she didn’t get out of here soon, she would lose her mind.
The dull concrete walls of her cell threatened to close in on her each day, and whenever she was allowed outside for an hour of recreation, which usually only happened once a week, it didn’t quite feel real.
Often, whatever was happening to her felt like a dream. It was in these instances that she worried she was starting to lose her grip on reality.
At least if she had her freedom, maybe she would manage to recover her senses and find herself again. Once upon a time, she’d been happy. Once upon a time, she hadn’t known fear and pain and loneliness.
“Prisoner 794-B,” the man seated in the center called out as he glanced at a tablet in his hands. He had shoulder-length hair that was the purest white she’d ever seen. “Leah Hartman from Zone 12, convicted of arson and theft. You’re serving a twenty-five-year sentence, however, based upon your good behavior, you are being called up for early parole. Have you anything to say on your behalf?”
She drew in a deep breath. She had tried her best to prepare a statement, but now everything she’d so carefully planned to say fled her mind. In a panic, she stared at the parole board and fumbled.
“If you have nothing to say on your own behalf,” the white-haired man said, “you will be returned to your cell and you won’t be eligible for another parole hearing until next year.”
“I made a terrible mistake,” she blurted out. God, she couldn’t fathom spending another year in the overcrowded windowless concrete room that was her cell. “And I-I am truly sorry for the crimes I committed. I should have known better, and not a day passes that I’m not sorry for what I did.” It was the truth. She regretted her part in the arson and robbery for which she’d been sentenced to twenty-five long years in prison. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t planned the crime, started the fire, or actually retrieved the stolen items, but she’d been there that night. While she’d only served as a lookout, it hadn’t mattered when the time for her trial arrived.
“Do you think you are reformed?” the white-haired man asked.
“Absolutely. If I am released, I plan to get a job, obey the law, and work hard to be a good citizen.” Finding a job with her kind of record would be next to impossible, but she decided to focus on one problem at a time, the first being her incarceration.
“You originally were not scheduled for a parole hearing until five years from now, but, due to your good behavior and your statement that you are reformed, we are prepared to make you an offer that will result in your immediate release from prison.”
Her breath caught in her chest. She felt her eyes widen as disbelief swirled through her.
Freedom. Could it be true? Or was this a dream? Given her tenuous grip on reality as of late, she really hoped she wasn’t imagining this entire interaction.
“However,” the man continued, “there are conditions.”
“I assure you that I am prepared to meet the conditions, whatever they a
re, that you require of me,” she replied in a polite tone.
“I am glad to hear it.” He sat back in his chair and stared at her so intently that a shiver rushed down her spine. His eyes were cold and calculating. “We are offering early release to certain female prisoners who meet our criteria. You see, we’ve developed a new early release program, one that will help decrease the population in our overcrowded prison system, which I am certain you will appreciate.”
She nodded, hoping he would continue, even as a ball of dread formed in her stomach. What kind of early release program was he talking about? Suddenly, the freedom she had hoped for seemed further from her reach.
“It’s simple really—you will be released from prison if you agree to become a Martian’s bride. If you agree to these terms, you will travel to Mars immediately, along with a regular shipment of mail order brides, and you will be given to a Martian male. You will be expected to become his bride and mate with him.”
“I…” Her voice trailed off. Become a Martian’s mate? She hadn’t known what to expect when she’d entered this room to face the parole board, but it certainly hadn’t been this.
Oh God. Could she do it? Become the mate of a stranger—an alien from a race whose people had conquered her own, no less—and spend the rest of her life on Mars?
“Before you give us your answer, Prisoner 794-B,” he said, putting an emphasis on her prisoner number that made her face heat with a mix of anger and humiliation, “keep in mind that Martians mate for life. The mating union you enter will be a permanent one. Many female prisoners who are offered this option prefer to remain incarcerated, though many have also agreed to the terms of this early release program. You have one minute to decide.” As if for dramatic effect, he glanced down at his watch.
What should she do? Her heart raced. She felt shaky and restless. The sudden urge to pace back and forth overcame her, but she couldn’t move around due to the shackles on her ankles, so she stood before the parole board, her mind racing as she tried to make one of the most important decisions of her life in just one minute.
She had hoped for freedom, had hoped to leave this prison and try to make a life for herself somewhere. She realized it wouldn’t be easy and she would’ve likely remained homeless for a while until she was able to land a job, but she had never imagined leaving Earth—especially to become a Martian’s bride. Oh God oh God oh God.
Her only interactions with Marttiaxoxalians, which the humans called Martians for short, hadn’t been pleasant. As a child, she’d watched Martian enforcers arrest people in her neighborhood for no good reason at all, then drag them away, never to be seen again. Martian enforcers had also captured her after the fire and robbery.
Furthermore, prisons on Earth were now technically run by the aliens, even though most guards in the prisons were human. Sometimes she would hear heavy footsteps in the night, only to peek outside her cell and see a group of scary-looking Martians had arrived to conduct an inspection.
They were unsmiling, gruff aliens, exceedingly tall and hugely muscled. They also had massive horns that curved over their heads and down their backs, which they used to headbutt their enemies during battle. She couldn’t fathom being mated to one of the alien savages.
But what other choice did she have?
She thought about returning to her concrete cell and shuddered. She couldn’t do it. She had to obtain some measure of freedom. She wanted to feel the sunlight upon her face, to feel a cool breeze ruffling her hair. To sleep in a warm, soft bed. To eat food that wasn’t tasteless and watered down. Most of all, to feel as though she mattered to someone, even just a little bit.
After drawing in a deep breath, she met the white-haired man’s gaze.
“I’ll do it,” she said. “I will become a Martian’s mate.”
Chapter 2
Jav stood on the balcony, staring at a Marttiaxoxalian-human couple as they crossed the palace grounds with their two offspring.
An unexpected sense of longing filled him as he watched their interactions, observing their behavior with great interest. The parents kept taking turns swinging the children between them. It was a sort of game they were playing. Simple, but it was bringing the children great joy. Laughter echoed through the courtyard.
He looked down at his hands and frowned at the sight of dried blood underneath his fingernails. Having just returned from a classified mission to dispose of an enemy to the Marttiaxoxalian Empire, he had come to his quarters with the intention of cleaning up, only to find himself drawn to the balcony when he heard cheerful voices and laughter outside.
Another glance at the family showed the offspring were now running in circles around their parents, the younger child trying to catch the older one. As Jav continued watching the family, he tried to imagine himself as the father.
Hope started spreading through him, but a moment later, the coldness of doubt slammed into him, an emotion so fierce that it nearly took his breath away.
Would he know how to be a father?
He had never been part of a family. The first years of his life had been spent in an overcrowded orphanage. That was, until a group of scientists came to recruit him, along with dozens of other male Marttiaxoxalian orphans, to become genetically enhanced warriors of the Vash’arr Order.
No one had ever told him what happened to his parents, but he had his suspicions. His mother, like so many females of his kind, probably died when the Xieandans poisoned the water supplies on Marttiaxoxalia, using a poison that only affected the females of his species. His father had likely been a warrior who’d perished in battle, tragically fighting against the very aliens who’d killed his mate.
Whoever his parents had been, they’d died when he was but an infant, for he had no recollections of them, not even the briefest flash of their faces in his mind. His earliest memories were of the orphanage and feeling completely alone, despite being surrounded by hundreds of other male orphans. As if he didn’t matter, as if he had no purpose.
But when the scientists came and took him away, promising they would make him big and strong and one of the greatest warriors his people had ever seen, he had suddenly been given a purpose. He hadn’t fought them, even when the process of receiving his genetic enhancements made him feel as though he were being ripped apart.
Instead, he had welcomed the pain, because it meant he would soon become someone other than a scared, lonely orphan. He would become a genetically enhanced Marttiaxoxalian warrior of the Vash’arr Order. He would help his people destroy their enemies and remain safe.
His only regret was that by the time the genetic enhancements were finally completed, the Xieandans had escalated their underhanded war tactics, doing something to Marttiaxoxalia’s sun which caused it to dim. Not long after, his people had been forced to leave their planet in search of a new home. He regretted that he hadn’t been ready to fight during the war against the Xieandans. None of the other Vash’arr warriors had been ready at the time either, as all were still receiving their genetic enhancements.
If the timing had been right, could they have made a difference?
He growled under his breath. He was tired of thinking about the past, but he found he often couldn’t stop himself. One doubt, one stray thought, and all at once the regrets wouldn’t stop coming.
He tried to think logically during times like these and tell himself it wasn’t his fault; it wasn’t his fault the scientists and the commanders hadn’t finished preparing the first order of Vash’arr warriors for battle before his people went to war with the Xieandans.
He’d fought in the war against the humans, however, taking the lead in many battles and winning every single fight. Because of the Vash’arr, the war against Earth had ended quickly with the humans’ absolute surrender. Twenty years later, Earth was still under Marttiaxoxalian control, though tensions between humans and his people were starting to lessen.
The sound of laughter in the courtyard quieted, and Jav searched for the family again. The chil
dren were now laying on the ground beneath a flowering trekassa tree, staring up at the sky, while their parents were seated nearby.
He eyed the Marttiaxoxalian male who had his arm around his human female and wondered if they were as happy as they looked. Again, he felt that ache inside his chest, that immense longing for what this family possessed.
Tomorrow. His heart thundered in his ears.
Tomorrow, he would be given a human female of his very own.
He had recently signed up to receive a mail order bride from Earth. As an able-bodied Marttiaxoxalian male, it was his duty to claim a human female and procreate with her. After losing most of their females because of the Xieandans, he needed to help his people grow their numbers. One of the biggest reasons the Marttiaxoxalians had picked Mars to terraform and make their new home had been due to its close proximity to Earth, a planet that contained a source of females with which Marttiaxoxalians were sexually compatible. Humans.
Originally, he’d been scheduled to receive the bride several moon cycles ago, but a series of emergency missions had taken him off planet, forcing him to delay claiming his mate from among the shipments of human females that were regularly sent to Mars.